Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past.
The following story takes place in a bar (imagine that) in New York City, around the late '90's.
So imagine this, I was at a Christmas party, a modeling agency Christmas party in New York City. It was in a cool bar in New York City. Anyway, I was sitting around a table talking to some of the models I work with when I felt some person pushing in on me, trying to get in on the conversation. Let me tell you, this person on my left was really pushy, so I pushed back. I gave whoever was there a stiff elbow jab to my left. I then turned to my left and it was The Donald. He wasn't happy. That guy's a big dude. Anyway, I apologized. He still looked unhappy, so I got up to leave. When I turned around there was the largest man I've ever seen. He was helping me move my chair. It was The Donald's body guard. The guy looked like a defensive lineman for the New York Giants. I was happy I didn't pursue the matter and just left to get a beer. It was a good party though.
That reminds me of another story, I think I told you, but I'll tell it again anyway. I was, once again at a Christmas modeling agency party when I didn't feel good, so I decided to leave. I told my roommate I was going and climbed the stairs to make a quick exit. I was on Madison Avenue, so I decided to get a cab. When I saw a cab, I raised my arm and it threw me off balance. I started to fall backwards and looked down I saw the word Police on the car I was about to land on. I thought, "Well, I should probably remove my body from a police car," so I ended up on the ground. Next thing you know, I'm surrounded by police. My friend came out of the party and yelled, "Oh my God! Help him, help him" And no one did anything. My friend is French so he said, in a very thick French accent, "Why don't you guys help him? He does a River Phoenix in front of you and you don't even help him." One of the policemen said, "Shut up Cousteau, and get him out of the street." And we wonder why my head exploded.
That's all for the week. Remember, it's Mother's Day coming up. Here's a link to my other blog.